♔Sapphire
She sits on the bleachers
Quietly by herself
Far away from the bunch
Of cheerleaders
To avoid all sorts of dramas
She is called
The loser
but
She doesn't care
She has been shoved
By some cakefaces
Around the corner
but
She shrugged
And walked away
Completely oblivious they are
For
Behind those thick-rimmed glasses
Are two beautiful eyes
That shines in the sun
And dances in the moon
She grabs a pencil
And an old notepad
And starts to sketch
She smiles
As she sketches
Thinking about
That prom night
Where she stunned in
With a sapphire dress
Without glasses
And danced
Like there's no others
"Who is that girl?"
They asked
Whispering ear to ear
As she passed
Leaving them breathless
The moment she left
With an elegance
Dangling in the air
